Abstract

The female woman is one of the greatest institooshuns of which this land can boste.

—ARTEMUS WARD, Women's Rights

When all roads led to Rome they nourished the heart of empire. Today, their far-flung facsimiles quicken the mindless miles. But often enough they degrade rather than nurture. Their noxiousness occasions wonder whether it might not be better at times to proceed more deviously and less directly by road and with more direction than deviousness in human affairs, if this is a choice needing to be made.

One more highway, built to connect two arms of an asphalt octopus, wreaked desolation